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Alright, mate, let’s talk whore. Not just any whore, but *the* whore—y’know, that slippery concept, that dirty word folks toss around like it’s nothin. Me, Hannibal Lecter—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—I see whore diffrent. Deeper. Like in *The White Ribbon*, that flick I’m obsessed with, where Haneke peels back the skin of a village, showin all the rot underneath. Whore’s like that—hidden in plain sight, festerin, fuckin fascinatin.

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I get to my shop, and it’s a mess. I mean, I’m a watchmaker, not a cleaner! Tools everywhere, parts scattered like confetti. I’m just about to dive into fixing this old pocket watch when BAM! The door swings open. It’s this lady, all flustered and soaked. She’s like, “Help! My watch stopped!” I’m thinking, “Lady, it’s pouring outside, and you’re worried about a watch?” But I can’t be rude, so I’m like, “Sure, bring it over.”

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